Poetry of the Tarot: The Chariot

The Chariot

Far away from the bright lights
the poet meets with the Chariot.
Holding no reins, only her pen,
she rides the muse of creativity,
harmonising darkness and light.
Complete with victorious laurel,
she has learnt to armour herself
and run down her wild enemies.

Underneath star-studded cover,
the poet moves from ego to soul,
allowing the Shadow to channel
her lively anger in artistic ways.
Deep within her changing heart
she becomes the Chariot herself.
She who has conquered the past.
She who lives the power of now.

Wrong way up, this loose canon
abandons her inner, sacred work.
Impetuous, spinning her wheels,
she plainly drives us up the wall.
A ruthless and reckless exploiter
who delights in upsetting others.
Dominant, careless and bullying
she rants and raves as she drives.

Through movement and journey,
with all the confidence of youth,
this crowned warrior assimilates
her strong suit and Achilles’ heel.
By standing on her own two feet,
the poet guides her verses along
life’s winding and whirling road,
until her success meets Strength.

Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2016

10 thoughts on “Poetry of the Tarot: The Chariot

  1. Deborah, thank you for continuing on with this series. When I imagine “chariot,” I think of bodies moving with strength and focused discipline. Then I think of bodies crashing with broken wheels that stop every forward or retreating motion and leave us stuck. In the 1980s, I befriended two black horses who spent days in my forest pulling out sick trees cut by their owner and trainer. Pure joy. Vitality, harmony with each other and the trainer, removing the darkness of sick trees and opening the forest to light for new growth. They loved following every subtle command (to keep the downed logs from banging into healthy trees), but mostly they loved pulling forward without caring where forward led. A strong poet and writer takes joy in keeping the vehicle moving when we don’t know the destination.

    1. Ah! Beautiful words from one of the wisest women I know! Thank you so much Elaine for your great comment. I agree, whenever I see horses pulling wood, or any load it fills my heart with joy! Horses love to help us, teach us, be with us … oh my goddess we are perfect companions. (I’m sure Jeanie would agree!) I loved your story, and was imagining it all as I read. The synergy between horse and rider (or charioteer) is poetry in motion.

      To be honest, I have no idea where this Tarot journey is going to take me. Yet journey I must, until I reach the last card. Today I posted “Strength” and what a week it’s been working with the card, as two days ago I completely lost my poem … and with no other copy, I had to find the inner strength to write another. You couldn’t make it up but it taught me that to find lost strength the inner journey must be taken. Blessings always, Deborah.

  2. What a lovely ride Deborah ‘from ego to soul’ even without the reins! Again you’ve juxtaposed the opposites so beautifully and graphically, and so truly …

    May your pen continue to scribe its perfect panoply … thank you, I loved this. Also the comments and your responses to them – the joy of deepening.

    1. Thank you so much Susan for your wonderful comment! I’m beginning to recognise that so much of my Tarot journey will be about the lifelong work of finding balance within, and then holding the tension of the opposites.

      I’m sitting with the beautiful Strength card as we speak. Hope the day finds you well. Warm wishes, Deborah.

  3. A Chariot without any reins? Deborah your pen has become the magic wand! To be whole we must hitch our strengths and weaknesses together before awakening our inner strength. Deep reading of this card and a magical poem, Anna.

    1. Hi Anna, Thank you so much for your great comment! Do you know it took me several years to even notice that the charioteer wasn’t holding any reins, and how the chariot itself even worked. Yes, strong suit and Achilles heel both needed to encounter inner strength. Warm wishes, Deborah.

  4. This is another wonderfully worded description of the Chariot’s influence – having learned in the Lovers that there is no light without dark the Chariot teaches you to balance opposing forces…the dark and the light, the Yin and the Yang, encouraging you to take a middle path, go with the flow and ultimately balance and integrate the shadow.
    My cards include a yin and yang symbol and black and white unicorns – very magical and perfect symbols of the healing of rifts between opposites. Your lines “underneath star studded cover, the poet moves from ego to soul” really encapsulate this magical element for me – another sublime depiction of the poets journey, well done!

    1. Thank you so much Sophia for your beautiful comment! This mysterious Tarot card has been growing on me all week. Oh I love the thought of two unicorns drawing the Chariot along and have seen them often in other decks … and for something completely different it was a wonderful surprise to meet the awesome dark and light lions of the Ancestral Path deck.

      “Healing the rift between opposites” is a great expression. I also love the star spangled canopy of the Chariot, it’s so mystical and otherworldly … sometimes when I step into this card I feel my feet literally lift off the ground. Warm wishes, Deborah.

  5. Thanks for this beautiful interpretation of the chariot, the only card in the tarot where leaving is celebrated: a step forwards into finding our own path. Essential for this is -as you mention- recognising and embracing your own shadow.
    We still have to learn how to lead our horses, and the magic wand is in our hand, but are we able to catch its power? Maybe once we realise that victory from the soul does not necessarily need a battle, or a battlefield.

    1. Thank you so much Susanne for your wonderful comment and rich reflections on my poem. I really enjoyed working close up with the Chariot these last few days, and love what you say about finding our own path, very true! Battle, and battlefield, not necessarily needed … for to go against oneself is often a battle to the death.

      For me this is the Fool’s crowning moment thus far, and only by integrating both her strong suit and her Achilles heel can the Chariot be steered. Balancing the black and the white, the darkness and light of ourselves. I hope the day finds you well. Blessings always, Deborah.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

11 − eight =